He was tall, he was strong, with a steely eyed glint

And this in the days long before good old Clint

Had a slow southern drawl and a fine coonskin cap

As I sat eating popcorn from the bowl in my lap

Had a funny old rifle I’d not seen before

He called the thing Betsy. Why, I wasn’t quite sure.

And I watched him fill up that old black and white screen

Maybe the most awesome man I’d ever seen

He could shoot. He could fight. He could ride like the wind.

A man who would give his own life for a friend.

Just a character played on TV long ago

But in real life he wasn’t too far from the role

And as role models go, might be hard to do better

Davy and Fess kind of merged in together

Now, I wouldn’t say that he changed my life much

I sure had fun watching that frontiersman stuff

And I think that just maybe while watching those shows

A few things rubbed off. Maybe good things. Who knows?

All I know is I wanted a fine coonskin cap

And I dreamed about Davy when I took a nap

Davy

1924-2010